Good golly gosh I guess I don't own Doctor Who.
The Doctor really, really hated Sontarans. Gosh they were annoying little buggers and this invasion of Gallifrey was very ill timed. He'd been expecting a whole different group to be invading. Sontarans, they never made things easy. He had only just become Lord President; he hadn't even had a chance to put his feet up on the big, shiny desk. They were running to his office which he'd had the brilliant foresight to have fortified. Bloody Sontarans sure knew how to ruin a coronation day.
He grabbed Leela and tried to keep her out of danger. She was the only non-Time Lord here; if she was hurt there would be no glow of regeneration energy to save her. The Sontarans were gaining slowly on them; he just hoped they could get to the Presidential office before any more lives were lost in this ridiculous invasion. The Doctor spared a look over his shoulder. Why he wasn't really sure, there was too much debris and running feet about to risk taking his eyes off the path ahead. But still he did and fought down the chilling confusion at what he saw.
There were of course Sontarans there, firing weapons at them like there ought to be but there was someone else there. A man, he was just standing there impassively with a dark hateful expression on his face as if it had been building his whole life. The Doctor had never felt more afraid of anything in his life. He almost stopped in his tracks looking at the man as he raised a weapon aimed right at the Doctor. Oh-
"Doctor!" There came a shout, and heard a gasp as a brown haired young Time Lady fell to the ground as the blast meant for him burned into her skin. The Doctor pulled from the group to grab the girl and drag her off to the side. It didn't matter that the Sontarans were about to come down on them, this was more important. He brushed her hair out of her eyes and he wondered with mounting panic why she wasn't regenerating.
"Hello there, that wasn't a good idea, now was it love?" He said with a strained, unpleasant smile. The girl choked through a pain filled smile and laughed. They were getting closer now, with a grunt; the Doctor picked the girl up and began making his way towards his new, safe office. He could force her to regenerate once they were away from potatoes and their guns. Oh how he hated them separately and they were just a disaster together.
"Now you stay with me, we're going to get you all better. You'll not die on me this day." The girl smiled into his jacket. What was she doing, she was dying for Rassilon's sake, what could she possibly be smiling about?
"It's okay my Lord President," she whispered, clinging onto his coat. "I would do again for you, for all the Doctor's at every point in time and space without thanks. But the fact that you saw me and acknowledged me made it so much better. Thank you for that Doctor." The Doctor growled.
"No stay with me! If you die on me I'll-I'll exile you! I will, don't put it past me!" The girl chuckled lightly into his jacket and the Doctor knew she was fading fast. He risked another glance over his shoulder where the Sontarans were gaining on them. His brow furrowed, wait, where did the man go? The one had who had shot at him and hit…
The Doctor paused and looked into his empty arms. Hadn't he been carrying a wounded Time Lady? He shook his head, no wait what?
"Doctor hurry up!" Leela shouted nearing the office. The Doctor jumped, realizing just how far he had fallen behind in the group. He left the scene of the battle, the one the Sontarans waged against Gallifrey and the one the Great Intelligence fought against him. He left his champion, once again victorious in her never-ending war to save his hide one more time. Clara smiled as she banished the bodiless menace from that point in time forevermore. She didn't do what she did for praise or recognition.
But it certainly didn't hurt.
Classic Whovians might recognize this sequence from the brilliant Fourth Doctor story The Invasion of Time, the story itself makes no sense but I'm still inordinately fond of it. Well obviously Clara and the GI weren't really in the story so I took a few liberties. That's the point of fanfiction. I just wanted, for once in this series, the Doctor to properly acknowledge not only the threat of the Great Intelligence but to properly converse with and thank his Impossible Girl. Poor thing deserves that at least. Also, yes, I know I missed the update earlier in the week, I completely forgot until last night so oops. I do appreciate reviews you know, I can't tell if anyone cares for these stories or if I'm just wasting time. Anyway, happy new year, hope everyone is doing well.